Industrious, sober and what not; I don't care a bit;
But she hasn't a right on a day such as that to be funny,
With the glass at 120, confound her, the chit!
I refuse to submit to the whimsical wheeze of a servant
Just because Araminta's away and the weather is fervent,
So I said to her, "Wench, do you fancy you're taking my money
For work or for wit?
"What are parlourmaids coming to now with their insolent banter?
Command those uproarious ruffians to hop it, to trek
And fetch me a siphon or two and the whisky decanter;